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I stared at Killian who nodded and began to explain. “Selective amnesia is a form of memory loss in which a person loses specific memories while keeping back others, and this is often related to particular events or time periods. This condition can be triggered by trauma, stress, or psychological factors, and typically, the memories lost are those associated with emotionally distressing or significant experiences.

"Chester, I'm sorry. I lied to you. I'm your real fiancee, not Janet." The moment Tiffany finished, Janet tightened her hold on my hand. I stayed quiet and looked up at Tiffany, her eyes brimming with tears. After a long beat, I smirked. "Is that so?" I threaded my fingers through Janet's and said, "I've got amnesia. I don't remember anything from before, so why would I take your word for it just because you said so?"

A smile crosses my lips as I imagine the kind of naughty and not-so-naughty things would get into to pass the time. The heat clawing up my skin makes me feel like giving myself to him, but even I know he might not be okay with me like this. I hate the guilt of disappointing him when I don’t recall the time we spent together and the moment we fell in love or, worse, some critical matters like what if he has allergies, and I almost kill him because I forgot them? Are those with amnesia permitted to date and get married without critical information? The nurse pushes the wheelchair toward the left path, and the sound of the water splashing from the fountain, coupled with the breeze carrying the

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Georgia said. "Why didn't you understand Mom's previous question? Do you have amnesia?" Regina asked, looking in astonishment at her daughter. "What amnesia?" Georgia asked again, making Edward and Regina even more confused. "Amnesia is memory loss, have you forgotten all your past with Alistair?" Edward's turn to ask. "I think so, Dad," Georgia replied. "It's good that you have forgotten your past with Alistair, that way we can arrange marriage you with a friend of Father's son," Edward said happily, he was so excited when talking about matchmaking.

I told her. “Seems you have selective amnesia, a sort of dissociative amnesia. It does happen, especially after a traumatic event. I’m sure it’ll come to you, just give it time,” she waved her hand dismissively and I instantly didn’t like her. “Let me go home,” I stood up and my knees buckled. The beautiful woman, Aria, caught me before I fell and helped me back onto the cot. “Please be careful, I couldn’t bear if something else happened to you,” she told me sweetly.

“You see, this is a part of the problem. I don’t know myself anymore,” She sighed, clamping her fingers. “Well, that’s why you’re here so that I can help you figure out those missing puzzles that are messing with your self-awareness. The journey might be slow, Margot, but it will definitely be rewarding. So tell me, what is the cause of your amnesia?” “It’s a neurological amnesia. I had an accident two months ago,” I replied immediately. She flipped open a book and began to write furiously. “Have you gone for medical checkups?”

Conrad Vladmoss — POV I've read about amnesia. More than I'd like to admit. I know it can be unpredictable, fragmentary. It can last for years, or it can shatter open from something small: a familiar smell, a piece of music, the way light shifts through a window, the wrong name spoken in the right tone. That night, lying awake, I go through every variable the same way I would in a risk assessment. What could bring him back?

“Annie, I’m Lucien Rook. I’m your legal husband. I spent ten years with you! How could you forget me?” Seeing how Lucien was losing it before me, I only found the whole situation ridiculous. I remembered how he had reacted when I was diagnosed with amnesia. He had been overjoyed, acting as if he had won the lottery. Yet, he was acting like he was in such pain before me. What was the point? “Alright, Mr. Rook.” I smiled. “It doesn’t matter to me if you’re Mr. Kaplan or Mr. Rook. Regardless, you don’t exist in my memories. Please stop bothering me.”